He wore a green shirt and tights, a belt holding his clothes up. Something told her he didn’t belong from this region or even time, his clothes sugg...ested. It worried her. ‘Are you the sister?’ His accent, so thick, was like an ice cube down her back. Her nails were digging into her palms, trying to grab onto the pole again that wasn’t there. ‘I took away your little toy as good little girls don’t play with sharp objects.’ ‘Who are you?’ Her voice cracked, it was so dry. The man grinned so wide. Bob's tongue was replaced by the fingers of James. His palm circled her pubic mound, while his fingers were spread and gently massaged the surrounding area. At first, she didn't know when he stuck one of his fat fingers inside her slick pussy. He was so slow and gentle, it was almost like a caress. The very tenderness of the moment made her horny again.Bob was taking turns, sucking her breasts or deeply kissing her. James had moved farther up in the bed. She was so short, it was difficult to. I hope you put sun cream on though...."She broke into a half smile, sat down to my left and sipped her drink, "I have, but I couldn't reach everywhere. Joe normally helps me out, and as I'm not a size six, I need the help, haha." Well if you're really stuck I suppose I could lend a hand. Fair trade for the drink probably," I said, surprising myself with my boldness."Well, haha, that is very neighbourly of you, you don't have to though if you feel awkward, you can still have the drink, haha,". ”“Frances, love? Mrs Ruth Kemp to answer your questions.”Frances came and took over the phone.“Mrs Kemp? Thank you for speakingwith us. Do you know what things are like for women and children on that other planet – Rehome?”“My dear Mrs Robertson, I am speaking to you from Rehome. I am the Governor’s second wife and am speaking to you from our residence.”Frances was stopped short for a moment: “Excuse me, please:” She shouted at her husband, “Reg! Mrs Kemp is the Governor’s wife! Why didn’t you.